What does the eye view as clear,
cosmic fire of eternal life,
gave into sleep and blinked away light;
gave into sleep and birthed away night-
like fear into arrows,
of misguided minds-
fletching of youthful rage,
grown into form of beast and man.
Waiting on the bloody banks of,
contempt;
contempt bows drawn.

Your piece here is very interesting. I like the title and I love the flow of the poem. I don't know if it was intentional or it just happened to come out this way but this piece switches from fluidity to awkwardness.

It's not a piece that rolls of the tongue, like a spell or an incantation, although it does have this in parts. It's complemented by the sudden stops and it's these stops that make you think of the piece, almost forcing you to stop and pause and take in the words.

The first line sounds like a question to me, I would either add a question mark after clear or remove "does".

I really like this part:

"gave into sleep and blinked away light;
gave into sleep and birthed away night-
like fear into arrows,
of misguided minds-"

I would reword the last part of the first verse

"contempt bows drawn."

I think this part could be stronger, right now it falters a little after the imagery that you built up.

This is where I mentioned it felt like an incantation, a chant, a rhythmic flow of feeling.

however this part

"binding promises broke gratitude"

broke my attention, again maybe it was done on purpose and it serves a purpose of forcing you to stop, almost like you as the author have control of the situation, you're not only guiding us to what you want to feel and see but also when we feel and see it and we as the audience are powerless in that manner.

If this is the case, it works. My personal preference would be to find someway to modify this.